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Retirement

CW: Christianity, Death,

As the weeks go by Adora gets used to the new routine of her classes and gets closer with her classmates. By far, her favourite teacher is Mr. Noah but, she still wants to talk to Professor Adlay about retiring. After learning about her past she’s been mixed up, Adora’s been scared to tell anyone what she knows. She doesn’t want to get pushed to retire when she’s just begun.

Sighing Adora enters the Human Angel Safety classroom and takes her seat. Professor Adlay was already at her desk organising the days' lesson. Adora glances over the board before tensing. They’re learning about retirement today. How does that connect to Human Angel Safety? Why are they learning about retirement? Adora clenches her hands together and looks down at her lap scared. What if they know what she knows and want her to retire? What if they think she’s not strong enough?

“Hey Adora, hm we’re learning about retiring today huh? You seem a little tense? Everything okay?” Addon says sitting beside her like every day.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just, I don’t know what to think of todays lesson plan. Isn’t retirement like a big thing? Why is it in this class?”

“Well, I guess we’ll find out won’t we?” Addon laughs half heartedly pulling out his notes.

“Welcome class, today we will be learning about retirement in angels. Now I’ve noticed some rumours going around that I’m retire. And I am so you all can stop the whispers. Retirement happens when a worker is no longer able to complete their duties as a worker for a variety of reasons. The most common reason for retirement is because people get bored of the routine now a days, to those people I say disgrace. You choose this route you stay by it til the end,”

The whole class is shocked watching Professor Adlay. Everyone hangs onto her words silently. Adora stays silent with her head down, but she clings to every word just like the others.

“Other reasons are minor infractions that are not corrected through classes. These include falling in love with humans, interfering with the human world too much, starting fights, and ignoring jobs,” Professor Adlay continues.

Adora looks up quickly. She didn’t mention graves, or past lives. Why didn’t she mention them? Addon glances at Adora confused, who smiles softly back. The lesson continues on talking in depth about infractions and how retirement happens and the effects of it. The Human Angel Safety class always goes by so quickly with how much Professor Adlay talks. Soon enough everyone else is packing up the notes whilst Adora brews in her seat.

“You coming Adora?” Addon asked, looking at her with concern.

“I’m gonna stay back and talk to Professor Adlay for a bit. Don’t wait up for me, it’s alright,” Adora says smiling bright to hide the fear she’s feeling.

Addon furrows his brows but nods before saying his goodbyes and leaving. Once the class has dispersed Adora gathers her courage in a breathe and walks up to her Professor.

“Hello, Professor Adlay,” Adora says softly. Even though Adora was about a head taller than the teacher the aura she gave off made her feel meek and terrified. 

“Hello,” Professor Adlay says before standing to meet with Adora, “you’re Adora, right? What can I help you with. Did you struggle with today’s lesson?”

Adora was taken aback by her soft nature. In every lesson she seems so cold and rigid but right now she seems attentive and caring. “Not exactly. In your lesson plan. You said there were only five ways to retire: getting bored, falling in love with a human, too much interference, fights, and not taking jobs?”

“That’s correct, what about it?”

“What about remembering your past?” Adora asked softly.

Professor Adlay looked at Adora quizzically. “Knowing your past? Workers don’t know their past, they don’t have a past,” she says sternly.

“Don’t you remember your past when you find your grave though? I’ve been told that at least. And I was told that most angels don’t keep working afterwords. So I was just curious if that was true and why you would skip that?” Adora continued softly holding onto her dress tightly.

“Who’s telling you such things? Why are they telling you such things?” she asks, her voice turning sour and accusatory.

“Well, I don’t know, I heard it around. Because of the rumours. I was just wondering if it was true Professor,”

“You’re not a good liar Adora. Most angels retire after finding out about their past, but it’s not something you should seek out. That’s why it’s not in the lesson plan. So how did you find out?”

“I was taking a walk when I found my grave. I was just worried that I would be pushed to do something. But I still want to be a guardian angel, I still want to help people. I just want to figure some stuff out. I’m sorry Professor,’ Adora undertones.

“Don’t worry, I see potential in you. Not every angel that remembers retires. Sometimes it helps them grow as an angel. And you will grow to become a great angel. You have a strong dedication and seriousness in class. I see it,” Professor Adlay says setting a hand ontop of Adoras’.

“Thank you, Professor,” Adora says nodding her goodbyes before leaving.

Xanders' Ex

TW: christianity, Mentions of death

 the first class of the day. Hopefully, she will be able to focus on the class and change perspective. Maybe later today she can talk to Addon too. She’s not supposed to be talking to Xander though, and should she admit that she knows about her past now? After learning that most angels retire after learning about their past. Adora doesn’t know what to do. So many conflicting thoughts swarm her head as she tries to focus on the lecture.

It seems to last forever before the class ends and Adora is able to leave. Taking a deep sigh she holds her head going into the Dealing with Death class.

“Hey, oh are you okay?” Addon asks his smile quickly fading. His gold eyes scan over her frazzled hair, puffy eye, messy wings, and unkempt dress.

“I’m fine. I got up late and didn’t have my usual time to get ready,” Adora hums.

“Well, the classes only last for three months so don’t worry too much. If you ever need help with them I’m here for you,” he responds smiling.

Adora nods smiling back and goes to her seat. The Dealing with Death class was a lot easier. Maybe it was because they worked on getting to know eachother the day before, or Addon being there. Maybe it was the teachers attitude. He seemed to know how hard the subject was and took it slow and made the environment comfortable. 

But soon enough the class was over and it was time for Human Angel Safety. The strict class, the strict teacher.

Addon smiles at her as they walk together to the new building. “Y’know, Professor Adlay seems scary but she’s just passionate. She had to retire so she’s a teacher now. That’s what’s going through the grape vine,”

“She retired, how, why did she retire?” Adora asked in a hushed whisper. She was worried about saying something inappropriate or that would reveal she found out about her past.

Addon shrugs taking his seat as Adora sits next to him. Professor Adlay walks in and immediately starts the class. The second day was filled with a syllabus and basics which Adora was grateful for. Still, she was curious. Adlay, she had wings still. What could have happened that made Adlay retire? Retire and become such a passionate Human Angel Safety teacher? Maybe, one day Adora could ask, if she needs help with her past. 

After class Adora stayed still, in her head, for a while. 

“Would you like to go out for coffee?” offered the cupid beside her, “the dead has been setting up new cafes,” 

“Oh I uhm-”

“You look like you want to talk about something. I don’t have any missions until night.”

“You’re still working while in class?” Adora asked shocked.

“Yeah, mild offence, and once you’re as old as I am they kinda don’t mind. So, coffee? Talk?” He smiles and Adora nods. The two head to a small cafe.

Getting two cups of coffee and sitting by the window Addon waits for Adora to start. “Well, you said you’re an old cupid right?”

“Well, you don’t have to insult my age,” he laughs nodding.

“No not that, I mean, and in our death class you said the queer people get killed and it upsets you. And when I went to visit Cupids before they got mad when I mentioned queers and I connected that a Cupid fell because he was uh…” Adora pauses to think of the best way to ask about Xander.

“Ah, him. Yeah, he was the best cupid there was. Alexander. Y,know today you reminded me of him,” Addon chuckles. The gold in his eyes shining bright.

“Alexander? I’ve been told he was bad? Wait reminded you of him?” Adora asked her head swarming. Addon seemed so happy thinking of Xander, Alexander? He must have lost the A when he fell.

“He was always so messy when he was working. So disheveled. But he made it look perfect,” A blushe crept up on Addons cheeks as he looked away taking a sip of his coffee. “His motto was that everyone would be loved and happy and safe. He could use every weapon and was the top cupid of his time,”

Adora nods taking a sip of her coffee. Her nose scrunches softly at the bitter taste setting the cup down.

“It was going great until one night, we were…” Addon blushes covering his face with his hand, “Work partners and when I shot the couple, two girls, one of their dads came out. He was mad. Calling them sinners and unfaithful, and disgusting awful things. It made Alexander so angry but I tried to explain that humans have free will to do and believe what they want,”

Adora turns her head nodding. Xander had said that God had told him the same things. 

“I was able to calm him down, we were more cautious, using his foresight for couples but it didn’t stop. After years he went to God and flipped about everything. That’s when he fell,”

Adora observed Addon’s face. He was looking into the cup of his coffee his face filled with guilt, anger, longing? “Can you keep a secret” Adora whispers.

Addon looks up quickly eyes narrowing curiously and nods. “I won’t tell a soul,”

Adora glances around leaning in, “He’s still helping people if that makes you feel better,”

Addon laughs whole heartedly earning a few glances. Once the onlookers go back to their business Addon smiles. “I know that. He may hate me with his whole heart but I could never hate him. I still check in on him from time to time. But to know that, that means that you’ve met him,”

Adora nods softly, “He’s actually been a huge help. I’m not surprised he was the top cupid,”

“He’s always been one to try and help others,” he hums smiling back.

“I’m sorry that he hates you,” Adora mumbles watching Addon.

“It’s nothing to be sorry for. I deserve every bit of hate he has for me. I’m not as good of a cupid as he ever was,”

“You’re an amazing cupid though! What do you mean. I’m sure you guys could work it out somehow. Maybe-”

“It’s okay Adora. You don’t need to worry about it. It’s centuries old problems that can’t be fixed by an apology.” Addon says softly getting up. “Was that all that was on you mind?”

Adora sits silently thinking. How can he be so okay with being hated by someone he looks up to so much. She nods nonetheless standing.

“He’s probably told you this but, it’s not a smart idea to visit him too often. The security might notice and get ideas,” Addon says softly before leaving.

Adora nods heading back to her own dorms.

Waited so long for the Dr I was able to make this and I'm still waiting -_- (30 min late now) and not even see by a nurse

I'd die to see fan art from Adora's story. Just put it under her tag Adora and Xander 👀

Who Am I

TW: Christianity, Death, Abuse, panic attack, depersonalization

Adora needed a break after those classes. So much was on her mind so she decided to go down and walk around. It was a beautiful sunset, with pinks, purples, and blues as the stars began to come out. She hums softly walking around and noticing a cemetery. Of course, Adora has seen plenty of cemeteries in her time as an angel. It's a natural part of death but this one was different.

This one had an enchanting humming noise drawing Adora closer. Of course, it could just be someone mourning but it sounded soft and familiar. Adora continued to follow the humming noise until she was at a grave. It had a soft white glow surrounding it and the humming was obviously coming from the grave.

In Memory of

Mary Clara Wils

Loving Daughter

1829-1846

Adora stared at the grave in curiosity. Why was it humming, why was it glowing? Like it was calling her? Kneeling down, her hand reached out grazing the cold stone. Her golden eye widened a gasp leaving her lips.

A young girl, probably seven, with brown hair and amber eyes was playing outside climbing trees in her tattered dress. She was calling out to her father that just gotten home and he began to yell at her. “A lady shall not do that. What are you thinking!” He yells. Quickly the child gets down receiving a slap on the cheek

The girl, around ten now, her hair braided into a bun and a dress covering bruises. She washes dishes, she does laundry and cooks. Sighing she smiles and tells her father all the work she had gotten done that day and he yells at her “You made what! I told you to leave the cooking to your mother! You wasteful hog we don’t have enough money!” He slaps her again leaving a bruised eye.

She’s seventeen now. Smaller than she should be, her family isn’t getting enough food. Bruises litter her body as she completes the daily chores. When her father comes home she smiles saying nothing to not invoke his rage. It still wasn’t enough. After he was finished taking the rage of work out on his daughter he left her alone lying on the kitchen floor in blood.

Weakly she stood up grabbing the wall for support. She could barely walk but she knew one thing. She didn’t want to die in this house. So hobbling she walked out and continued walking to lay by some nearby trees. Blood filled her lungs with every breath, as she closed her eyes.

Adora gasps falling back. She cries shaking, who was that, why did she see that? Why was she hurt? That must have been Mary. Mary… that name was familiar to her and it pained Adora. She cried hugging herself tight. She needed help, she needed someone. Adora envisioned Xander best she could weeping as she called for him.

“Adora?” Xander asks softly behind her.

“Who is she?” She yells shaking.

Xander kneels beside Adora looking at the grave. “Ah. Your grave,”

“M-mine? I’m Adora?! I’m Adora!” Adora responds. “Marlo isn’t any different. Why am I different?”

Xander rubs her back softly. “Calm down, shh it’s okay. When you become a worker angel they alter your memory during school. It’s why you don’t remember. No one remembers they’re past life unless they find their grave and it’s unlikely they’d stumble across it. Or unless…”

“Unless they fall?” she finishes wiping the tears away.

Xander nods smiling, “you learn a lot when you fall.”

“So I’m Mary?”

“Adora. If you want to be Mary you can be but you’re still Adora. You may have lived and died as Mary but you’re Adora now, you keep people safe as Adora, you learn and help as Adora,” Xander explains.

Adora nods slowly processing everything. She grabs onto his hands softly to ground herself. So much is going through her mind still she doesn’t understand what to think. Who she is? Who she was?

“It’s okay, I had the same thoughts when I fell. I had a lot of memories come back. It was difficult to deal with but you don’t have to deal with this alone okay?”

“Yeah,” Adora says softly, “I have you, and Ariel, I wonder if she knows her past. I wonder who knows their past in the workers.”

“Many angels retire after finding our their past. Some can’t handle it but I am certain that you are strong enough. You can continue. I promise,” Xander states.

Xander stands helping Adora up. Adora nods softly hugging him. “You’re first day of classes were today right? How did they go?” 

Sniffing she looks up smiling, “good. My teachers seem nice but my Human Angel Safety teacher seems really strict. She’s scary. One of the girls in my dealing with death classes is a child angel, seems really cool. And I think I’m making friends with a cupid. He’s really old too. Roman era, we have matching eyes. He’s nice. In our death class he said he felt guilty when his same sex couples die and we share our safety class too,”

“Hm, that sounds cool. Pretty old. I died in roman times too. It was fun to be a cupid, before everyone became so strict and prissy,” Xander responds looking off to the setting sun.

“Hm, I wonder if you know him then? Addon, gold eyes brown hair. He was super nice and said we could help eachother with our strict safety teacher,”

“Addon?” Xander asked looking down his eyes fluffing out shocked.

“Yeah Addon, yknow him?”

“You should rest, you have a lot that you have to process. I’ll see you around,” Xander said. His voice hinted with annoyed as he gave her a final hug before leaving.

Adora watched Xander leave tilting her head. Why was he so defensive, I guess he does know him. Xander doesn’t seem to like the other cupids anyways though. Adora sighs soft and heads back to her dorm.

Ariel knocks on Adora’s door before opening it, “ADORA! How was your first day! Where were you. I wanna hear all about it!” she hums walking in.

“Hey Ariel. I’m pretty tired. I did chat with a cupid, I might be making friends with him,” Adora says smiling softly yawning.

“That sounds nice. You gotta tell me about it when you feel better okay. If you need any help, ask me.”

“Of course,” Adora hums waving Ariel away.

Classes Begin

TW: Christianity, Death, mentions of suicide

The next day Adora wakes up bright and early getting ready for class. She brushes her hair, fluffs her feathers out, and gets dressed before leaving and heading to building 100 where Humans Mental Health is kept. 

“Good morning class. I will be your teacher for this class. I am Professor Mary but you can just call me Mary if you'd prefer. In this class, we'll focus on what mental health is in humans and how as guardian angels you can help with mental health,” Mary introduces setting up the class. Adora smiles sitting down and taking in the class.

The first day of class was spent on introductions. Introducing the students to the concepts, terms, and things that Adora and her classmates will encounter in the syllabus.

 Afterwards, Adora heads off to her next class Dealing with Death. She knows this one will be a little heavier than the last class but it'll be alright. Adora has a ton of support: Xander, Ariel, and the other guardian angels. This class is to help her get through this as well.

“Welcome class. I am Professor Noah, and I will be helping you through death. We talk about why death happens, how it happens, what goes on within the living world, the afterlife, feelings, and the best ways to cope with any emotions that come up during death,” the Dealing with Death professor introduced. “How about we go around, if you want to share, raise your hand and tell us why you’re here. What’s your name? What happened?”

Adora’s eyes widened shocked. That feels so sensitive, why would anyone want to share that, is that normal?

A hand is raised quickly and a small girl stands. She’s short, looks like she died young, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair and a strong loud voice. “My name is Abigail. I work with children and recently had a child die from parental abuse. It was very hard and she was a very sweet girl,”

“Thank you Abigail for sharing, anyone else?”

There’s a silence in the room as everyone looks around. Another one stands up. A man, “My name is Addon. I’m a cupid but…My clients. They deal with partners dying and dying because of who they love and…I feel responsible sometimes,”

“Thank you, Addon, we understand, but know, it is not your fault,”

Adora takes a deep breath. It feels more normal to share her experience now. So she raises her hand before slowly standing. “H-hello. I am Adora, I was assigned this class because my patient committed suicide. And it’s been very conflicting to deal with,”

“That’s very hard to deal with Adora. Thank you for sharing,” Professor Noah responds. The rest of the class goes on with people going on about why they are in this class and it makes Adora feel a lot less alone. She smiles softly as she leaves the class.

It was the last class of the day. Human Angel Safety. So far, the classes and teachers have been nice. Adora enters the building and takes a seat looking around to her classmates. She sees the cupid from before and waves him over.

“Hi, I’m Adora, we share the Dealing with Death class,” she says smiling.

As he introduced in the last class, Addon the cupid, sat next to her. “Hey. I’m Addon. You’re a new angel, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m still pretty new, only been dead a couple of centuries, guardian only a few years. What about you?”

“Oh me? I’m old. I died in Roman times, early Rome. I became a cupid in the Republican Rome era. It was a fun time to work,” he says.

“That's cool. Hm, Cupid, I've only run into you guys once. You seem a lot nicer than those guys were though. They were a bit,” Adora pauses. She doesn't want to insult Addon's coworkers 

“Uptight?”

“Yeah, a bit,” she agrees 

The professor for Human Angel Safety walks in stopping their conversation. She was a tall lady, with grey hair in a braid, glasses, and small wings.

“Welcome students to my class. I am Professor Adlay. My class will be the most important class you may ever have in your angelhood. I do not take jokes lightly. Our safety is of utmost importance as are humans. If you cannot handle that take the F now and get out,” the professor starts off. Her voice is sharp sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

It frightens Adora as she tenses in her seat. Addon smiles softly over to her. She tries to smile back ignoring the nerves wracking over her.

“We will start with the materials you will need for my class,” Professor Adlay started again. She began listing books along with how she expects everyone to have a fresh quill, ink, and paper every day.

Once class got out and Adora was out she took a deep breath. Addon held her hand softly looking into her eye.

“It'll be okay, we can help each other,” he assured her.

“Yeah, though I don't know how much help I can be to you,” she responds looking down.

“Tons Adora. You're a guardian angel, I don't know that stuff. Besides, sometimes us oldies forget stuff y'know,” Addon chuckles smiling. 

Adora smiles nodding, “Of course, we'll help each other”

Helpful Chat

TW: Christianity, Death

Adora smiles softly and Alice walks Marlo off to find his mother. Adora goes to her room to mull over everything they’ve gone through today. Marlo’s death has conflicted her more now. His friends and family are strong though and will make it through.

Adora decides to go to the living world to walk and hopefully get a better understanding of the living world. Maybe she’ll be able to talk things over with Xander. Flying down to an active city she walks around hidden to the public eye. 

“Leave him the fuck alone how bout that!” a familiar voice yells out.

Adora looks over shocked and sees Xander, but he looks different. His wings are hidden and his third eye is gone. His fashion and hair have stayed the same. His eyes, pink as ever, have anger in them as they glare at the older lady he’s addressing. Adora steps closer to fully witness the situation.

“You’re insane! You’re all insane!” The lady says before huffing off.

Xander turns back to the young boy he was protecting and smiles. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, thank you, sir,” he says smiling hugging him.

“Xander?” Adora says softly. His eyes flicker up then back to the young boy.

“If you’re okay then I'd best go, I have errands to run. Stay safe, ok,’ Xander says before walking away. The boy nods watching Xander leave oblivious to the angel following the secret fallen cupid. Turning a corner with little people Xander hides, “Adora, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about a mission I just had… and failed,” she says softly looking down.

“Failed? How badly?” Xander says softly watching his friend.

“He died. But it’s confusing. He likes the afterlife, but we said goodbye to his family today and it wasn’t nice. He cried and he was sad and so were his friends and family. But when he was alive they were ignoring him, who he was. He was trans and he wasn’t able to really transition and… he feels free now I guess but,”

“Death is complicated Adora, even in ideal situations there’s mourning. There’s always gonna be someone sad, from family, from friends, from the deceased themselves. They may miss their old life, childhood, companions, or body. You just need to give the support you can,” Xander explains.

Adora nods tearing up again being reminded of all who she hurt.

“Don’t cry. It’ll be okay. You just need to learn and adapt,”

“How do I help someone who doesn’t want to live? Who wants to hurt? With only persuasion? I hurt him. I hurt him so much, he died because of me,” Adora cries hugging Xander.

Tensing at the sudden contact Xander hugs back patting her back. “There’s a few ways: therapy, journaling, walking. I’m sure your classes will go through them. But if they don’t I can show you afterwards.”

“You can? But don’t you help people by being there physically? Since you’ve fallen?”

“Yes, but I know a thing or two about humans, and how they cope from living down here for so long. Don’t worry. I’ll help you okay,”

“Thank you so much, Xander,” Adora says calming down smiling softly.

Xander smiles back nodding while Adora lets go. “If you ever need something, Adora, in the human world, I’ll tell you to reach me. In case you need advice or something, but don’t use it too much. I don’t want you to get in trouble,”

“Thank you so much, Xander. I’d appreciate that so much. I promise I won’t use it much, just in emergencies,”

Xander nods before taking a deep breath. “Hold your hands close to your heart, vision me clearly and call my name. You have to put a lot of focus into it,”

Nodding, Adora smiles softly waving. “Thank you. I’ll be off then. Goodbye,” As she flies off Xander watches curious as to what will happen with her.

Adora finishes the week by observing Marlo’s family and friends and making sure Marlo transitions well to the afterlife. A pamphlet arrives at her dorm telling her what classes she will be taking.

Adora’s Class Schedule

Humans Mental Health 1000 building 100

Dealing With Death 1200 building 333

Human Angel Safety 1400 building 210

3 months

If you fail these classes you will have to retake them 

Only three classes for three months, it’s only her first mistake so it's natural they don’t overbook a new angel.

Adora smiles softly nodding to herself setting the pamphlet on her desk. These classes will help her with her future. After these classes are done she'll still be on leave for 9 months to continue studying on her own through books and visiting the human world. 

Mission Failed

TW: Christianity, Death/Afterlife, Transphobia

Adora sets his body down gently standing, “Marlo! Marlo, I’m so sorry,”

“How do you know that name? Who are you?” Marlo looks around, seeing his body on the floor, “what am I? I thought I was dead?”

“You are dead. You’re a spirit now. I’m your guardian angel Adora I can show you to heaven now if you want. Or we can say goodbye to your family and friends?”

“Heaven? But, I’ve sinned. I thought I was going to hell. I was bad,” Marlo says confused and voice shaking. Death is hard for many to understand.

“Oh no, most people go to heaven, it’s only really bad people that go to hell that would inhibit the peace of Heaven and the afterlife. You will be judged but you haven’t done anything nearly bad enough to go there. Maybe a class or two before you’re free,” Adora explains rushing to assure Marlo he’s not damned. “We can say goodbye to your family and friends before we leave if you want,”

Marlo looks down at his body bleeding out and paling before shaking his head. “No thanks, I don’t think I can,”. Adora nods holding out her hand and Marlo and her head to heaven. 

Adora was upset about failing her mission, about Marlo dying and having to bring him here. She knew she had a heavy price to pay and it loomed over her head. She tried pushing it down wiping the tears coming out of her eyes.

“This place is crazy… it’s so nice. Am I allowed here? I was told I was wrong though. Will I get wings like you?” Marlo asks looking around and following Adora through the afterlife process.

“Of course, you’re allowed here. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to reassure you that you were worthy. You weren’t being tested, you didn’t fail,” she responds, “I’m the one who failed,” Adora mumbles under her breath sadly.

“You did fail. Macey, I will be filling out your paperwork, Adora has reports to finish,” Alice says walking over to the two.

Marlo looks like he was shot in the heart looking between Adora and Alice. “His name is Marlo. I know I failed but please don’t harm him more.” Adora speaks up her eye blazing down

“Marlo…yes. Well, come follow me, Marlo,” Alice says coldly walking away as Marlo follows his hope seemingly fading.

Adora watches hiding her tears before going back to her dorms. She sits at her desk and grabs her journal to start her reports beginning to cry. The tears stain her cheeks and the pages as her body racks. Why did it not work, why did it not help? What could Adora have done to help him?

A knock on her door forms and Adora wipes her eyes looking up. “Come in,” she says trying to keep her voice stable and from cracking. The door cracks open and one of her roommates Ariel poked her head in. “I heard you crying, I just wanted to check on you,” She says softly.

Adora forced a smile nodding, “I’m alright I guess, I took a difficult job and I failed. I feel so bad for him,”

“The first job you flunk is always the worst. But bringing someone to the afterlife, and seeing them experience coming to heaven for the first time is nice too. Try looking towards the positive,” Ariel hums smiling before waving and leaving the room.

Adora wipes her eyes nodding. Think of the positive, she can do that. Marlo seemed happier to be here. He seemed reassured that he wasn’t bad. He seemed better after coming to the afterlife.

Adora sighs softly smiling to herself and picking up her pen to begin her reports. She begins with the mission report, stating the facts of his past, his state, his family, friends, and being, even his death and passage. It took a couple of hours to write down everything. What she learned, what she tried, and where she went wrong. It was difficult, and heartbreaking at times, but Adora finished the mission report with full detail and accuracy.

Next was the failed report. The report goes into detail about why she shouldn’t have haggled this job, why she failed, and why she should have taken Alice’s offer to just push to priority. Adora takes a stretch before beginning knowing that this report will hurt her more; worst of all though will be waiting a whole year before helping more people.

In the morning Adora dresses getting ready for the day like any other and leaves the dorm to hand in her reports.

“Adora!” she hears someone call out. Looking over she sees Marlo running over in his new white attire.

“Hi Marlo, how was your first night?” she asks smiling. Marlo’s hair had changed shorter and his chest had flattened.

“The paperwork was difficult but I woke up like this! I look… I look like a boy. I got enrolled into a class about sin too but Alice said I lived a good life,” Marlo says smiling brightly.

“That’s wonderful Marlo. I’m going to Alice right now to turn in my reports,”

“I’m going to look around more before my class. I’ll see you around Adora,” Marlo says before leaving.

Adora smiles softly walking to Alice’s office. She knocks softly before opening the door. “Alice, I brought the reports from the last mission, both of them,”

“Thank you. You can leave them on my desk. Your correction classes start in a week for you to grieve,” Alice responds barely looking up from her task. Adora nods walking in and setting the reports down. “The schedule will be sent to your dorm in a couple of days,”

“Thank you, Alice,” Adora mumbles before leaving.

A week to grieve? Adora has a lot to think about, sure, but she doesn’t feel as bad as she did before. Marlo feels at peace now and he feels happy in his body. 

Marlo runs up to her, “I’m out of class Adora, and I was wondering, can you bring me back to say goodbye now? I’m ready now if I can,”

“Hm, I’m sure we can, let me double-check with Alice first,” Adora responds kindly, heading off to the head guardian angel's office.

Adora knocks with Marlo right behind her. “Come in,” the cold voice answers. Adora and Marlo open the door stepping inside.

Bowing her head slightly Adora begins, “Alice, we were wondering if we could go down so Marlo could say goodbye to his family and friends now,”

Alice watches and stands from her desk. “Yes that’s fine, but I’ll be accompanying you two,”

“Thank you miss,” Adora responds smiling looking over to Marlo.

Marlo smiles nervously nodding. Alice walks over and they leave towards Marlo’s home.

Walking in first Marlo goes to find his dad, he isn’t in the living room or his room. Marlo takes a deep breath before walking into his room. Marlo sees his dad on the phone shaking. His body is gone but the blood is still stained there, and the hair that was chopped off layed on the floor. “Yeah, I’d appreciate you coming down Mom. I should have seen the signs,” He says his voice shaking.

“He…he’s sad? He cared about me?” Marlo said tearing up watching.

“Of course he did, you were his child, the only thing he had left after his wife passed, but he was still dealing with that loss,” Alice explains.

“He never showed any care. I never noticed, anything,”

“I was blind Mom I know. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I should have listened. I need you,” Marlo’s dad continues on the phone, tears welling in his eyes, his voice quivering.

“Would you like to say anything to him?”

“Can I? Will he hear it?”

“He won’t hear it per se, but he’ll feel you here,”

Marlo nods softly walking over to his dad. He places a hand on his dad’s shoulder.

“Bella will watch over her now, I know she will,” He says softly into the phone.

Marlo tenses slightly before nodding, “I’m okay now Dad, I’m okay now,” he turns back to us and nods.

“Anyone else to visit?” Adora asks tilting her head softly.

“Lynne and Oliver, I want them to know it’s not their fault,” Marlo says hiding his face, tears falling.

“Very well, they’re at school,” Alice says walking over to Marlo’s old school. Lynne and Oliver were in a hallway, skipping class. It’s understandable after the news the school probably told them. Suicide awareness was always big at school.

Lynne was crying in her brother's arms. Oliver was holding her tight tear stains on his face. “We should have listened, it’s our fault,” Lynne cries holding on tighter.

“We should have listened. But he’s at peace now… he’s with God now,” Oliver responds.

Marlo is taken aback by his friends calling him that but smiles sitting in front of them. Marlo embraces the two in a hug tightly. “I don’t blame you two. It’s okay, don’t blame yourself please,” he whispers. The three embrace for a while before Marlo backs away nodding. “I’m ready to go back,”.

“Let’s go then,” Alice says. Marlo nods as Adora watches the twins cry holding each other. The three return to heaven. “Bella, she’s your mother, yes?”

“Yes,” Marlo responds wiping his eyes.

“If you want I can see if I can find her for you. It’s easier to process the grieving with someone else,” Alice responds giving one of her rare soft smiles.

Marlo smiles back sadly nodding, “I haven’t seen her in so long, I’d love that,”

Latest chapter hits hard. Anyways here's Adora comforting Marlo's body afterwards

Marlo

TW: Suicide, christianity, self harm

The next day Adora looks over the guardian requests and she notices one for a trans man. Adora remembers trans being someone who was born as the wrong gender, they face a lot of harassment for finding their true selves. It seems like the paper has been waiting for someone for a while. Without a second thought, Adora grabs the page reading it through.

“Job Wanted Posted XxXx Female Trans Name(s): Macey, Marlo Suffers from body dysphoria, depression, suicidal ideation Upper level”

It’s an upper-level job but no one has taken it. There are plenty of upper-level angels, actually, there are not a lot of lower-level angels as it’s rare for someone to decide to become one and continue pass training. Adora is certain that she will be allowed the job since no other angels have taken it so far.

Walking up to Alice to have the role checked she skimmed it and denied her.

“What?!?” Adora said shocked.

“This job is for upper angels Adora, you can’t handle it,”

“I can I swear. And no one else is taking it! This person needs help.” Adora begs.

“You can’t jump into big projects before you’re ready. It will just lead to failure. If you want I can push her to priority but-” Alice continues dismissively but Adora cuts her off.

“Her? They go by him? Will the other angels even help if they don’t respect his decisions?” Adora scolds her eye glowing fiercely.

Alice looks up from the sheet, seemingly sizing Adora up. “If this mission fails?”

“It won’t fail, I promise,” Adora says.

“But if you do fail, you will take a year off, and have to write a report on why you don’t haggle jobs along with your jobs report,” Alice says writing down her approval.

“Yes ma’am,” Adora says smiling. 

She’s given the job location and sets off. Adora was shocked to find a large home and her target person had long brown hair. He was wearing some pyjama pants and a tank top that flattened his mid-sized chest, a binder. His arms were covered with red scars, self-inflicted she’s sure.

Well, Adora can see the first solution, he has to cut his hair. Why is it so long? Adora looks around the room and sees a pair of scissors lying on the floor. His room is messy too, she could probably help him with that too. Adora has the scissors glint catch Marlo’s eye and he looks over from his crouch on the bed.

Grabbing the scissors he turns it back and forth in his hands. Listening close to outside his room Adora can tell he’s thinking hard. She smiles excited about his transformation but before she can think he begins cutting open the scars on his arm.

“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she yells out holding onto his arms.

He feels a slight warmth but nothing else continuing, letting the blood drip down his skin. Adora panics turning Marlo’s attention to the first aid kit underneath his bed. He sighs softly setting the scissors down before cleaning up the cuts. 

“That wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to cut your hair. Your hair!” she screams worried watching him intently.

Marlo lays back down on his bed covering his face. He huffs and pulls off his binder stretching his ribs and arms. “Shitty day, shitty body,” he mutters before lying down and falling asleep.

Asleep? How can he fall asleep at a time like this? He just sliced open his skin and he’s acting like nothing happened? Adora is so confused,  but she decides to look at his past and relationships a bit more while he sleeps.

He has a dad. No mom, she died when he was young and was a church girl. His father is a church person too, high belief in Christianity. Marlo has yet to tell his dad about being trans, his name, or his pronouns but he uses them online. Marlo has a couple of friends online, they’re a bit unstable as well though and not always available. He’s in his final year of high school at least but Adora doesn’t think that will be the end of her mission this time.

How should she approach this case? It’s a lot harder than last time, naturally as it’s for upper-level angels. His haircut was supposed to help him but that didn’t work out. She took a peek inside his closet to see many blouses and dresses. More masculine clothes would help out too but how could he get them? Well either way Marlo was sleeping in filth and needed some serious help cleaning his room.

Angels can’t do much-moving things around, less humans will get suspicious, so she begins little by little. Things that would be hard to notice if you weren’t a master memoriser. Adora also brings in one of his dad’s shirts, lying on the closet floor among many other clothes.

In the morning Marlo gets up groaning and stretching. He looks down at the floor, barely less cluttered than before filling him with dread. Heading to the closet he grabs the first thing, a navy blue dress. Adora watches confused as Marlo changes into the blue dress rather than the shirt on the floor but she has no time to think as Marlo is already leaving the room.

She hurries after him down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was nice and full, big and bright. He grabs a granola bar and his backpack leaving the house in a hurry. Balancing the granola bar in his mouth and the backpack on his shoulder Marlo pulls out a big black hoody pulling it on.

Adora smiles, this hides his figure a lot more than that dress, and it hides his arms. It must be a favourite if it’s in his backpack she guesses. Marlo waits down the street with some other students keeping his head down. They must be waiting for the bus, Adora scans the crowd of students and surrounding houses. The neighbourhood was good, full of nice houses and kids who mind their own business.

The bus arrives and at school, Adora notices that Marlo hasn’t told anyone he’s trans. He meets up with two friends once off the bus, a girl named Lynne and a boy named Olive. They’re twins.

“Macey, how are you? I can’t believe the amount of homework they saddled us with!” Lynne shouts over as he walks to the two.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired, I was up working it all night,” he hums out.

“I know right, I wanna get out and live my life! I’m a senior now I’m supposed to be going out and having fun not staying in all night with homework!” she responds ecstatic to have her friend now. Lynne is a standard pretty, she has long blonde hair she puts up in a high ponytail. She has bright green eyes that beam with her even brighter smile.

“You’re a senior in high school, not college, chill out. You still have plenty of time to have fun and party,” said her fraternal twin Olive. Olive’s hair, though blonde had a dirtier tint to it. His green eyes were bright but kind and not as intimidating.

Lynne rolls her eyes and sits down chatting with Marlo until the first bell rings.  Marlo and Olive head to Science for their first class. Adora watches and listens closely towards the other students when Marlo takes his seat. There are no outward remarks that stand out to her right away.

Later on, after lunch with Lynne and Olive, Marlo goes to PE. He enters the ladies'  locker room and Adora follows. After taking off the hoodie Adora notices snickering behind Marlo. He grits his teeth and finishes changing out as fast as he can.

“Why would she mutilate herself like that? Bless her heart,” one of the girls says from the locker room before Adora allows out Marlo.

“Stupid girls, stupid school, stupid life,” Marlo mutters under his breath starting the laps. He wraps his arms around his chest tightly trying to his the scars somewhat, though it was useless.

The rest of the school day went by with little to say: some snide remarks here and there but nothing like with Theo. Before going inside Marlo takes off his hoody shoving it back into his backpack.

Adora hasn’t given up, she’s certain she’ll be able to find a way to help Marlo. Some of the girls at his school have short hair, like really short hair, She wonders if it’s possible to give Marlo one of those. How to get him a short haircut was the problem though, he can’t cut his hair, and she can’t do it herself without repercussions.

Days pass as Adora follows Marlo around. She tries her best to help him out, lying around magazines with short haircuts. That caused him to get yelled at by his father. Having him reach out to his online friends, helped a bit but Marlo can’t rely on online friends only. Bringing out his binder more, bruised his ribs.

Adora was at her wit’s end trying to figure out what to do. Nearly every night Marlo is self-harming and Adora is struggling to keep him safe. At home, Marlo was often alone or being yelled at by his father. At school, Marlo is being teased by other girls. His school friends provide support too but Marlo has started distancing himself from them no matter how much Adora tries to guide him towards them.

“You okay Macey?” Lynne asks. “You’ve seemed far away lately,”

Marlo winces hearing that name. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just been thinking a lot recently,”

“Well, you can tell us anything! We’ll always be your friend,” Lynne responded gently grasping onto Marlo’s hand.

Adora smiles bright hoping Marlo tells them. She emits energy to help the twins feel Maro needs support. 

“If you need help, we’ll be here too. You don’t have to suffer silently.” Oliver adds.

Marlo mulls over his thoughts as Adora encourages him to share. “You’d stay my friend no matter what?”

“Of course, I mean unless you’re a killer or something,” Lynne giggles. 

“Even if it goes against your religion,” Marlo mutters.

“What do you mean? We go to church together! What are you talking about,” Lynne asks.

Marlo fidgets avoiding eye contact. The twins watch glancing at each other for a second. Adora has seen what amazing friends Lynne and Oliver are just throughout these past few days and lays her hand on Marlo’s shoulder for comfort. “I think…no, I know. I know I’m trans. I’m a boy,” he says quickly forming the words.

Lynne and Oliver stared at him for a second before uncomfortably shifting in their seats. “Are you sure, I mean, we’ve all had thoughts like that before. I think you’re just having a test from God.” Oliver says.

“Oh yeah, totally, it’s just a test! You’ll grow out of it soon with enough faith Macey don’t worry. We can do a prayer group together if you want.” Lynne adds smiling brightly.

Marlo stays silent before shaking his head. “Oh thanks, I’ll be fine,” he says before getting up and leaving the table.

Adora is shocked staring at the twins. How could they say it was a test, God does not make tests like these. She quickly follows Marlo going to his next class silently. She tries comforting him but it seems to be pointless.

The rest of the day Marlo can’t stop fidgeting. He’s picking at his hoodie, at his skin, his hair. He’s looking back and forth between people. Adora has a bad feeling but doesn’t know how to stop it. On the way home, Marlo is quick to leave the bus and run inside.

He doesn’t take his hoodie like usual before going to his room. Pulling out his phone he messages his online friends a small ‘i love you’ before tossing his phone down. 

“God please forgive me for I have sinned,” Marlo begins speaking grabbing his scissors.

“No no no! You’ve done good! You’ve done good Marlo” Adora cries out grabbing his hand.

A sigh escaped his lips continuing his prayer, “if this is a test I’m sorry for failing. I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for not believing,” Marlo begins cutting up his arm opening scars and losing blood.

“No! Marlo no, please! Don’t do this!”

Falling to his knees Marlo takes the scissors to his hair. He cuts it shakily right underneath his ear. Blood is smeared and stained on his skin and hair. Marlo smiles into the mirror slicing open his neck, crying, as he waits for his last breath.

“Marlo please,” Adora cries holding onto him, holding him close. “You’re such a nice boy. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m sorry,” she sobs and gasps petting his new short hair as it becomes crusty.

Marlo’s spirit stands from his body as he looks down. "Who are you?"

Theo

TW: Christianity, Bullying

The next day after waking up Adora tidies up her books and looks at the guardian jobs needed. One she notices still up, abandoned, is for a bullied teenager who had been outed as bisexual. Adora had recognised the word, bisexual, it is part of the LGBT community. 

She had decided that this would be the job she worked on. Grabbing the flyer she goes to the head of guardian angels to gain approval, a pretty simple task. They merely skim the job and make sure it’s up to your skill level.

“You want this job?” she asks looking up from the flyer.

“Yes,” Adora answers smiling softly. 

“I mean, it’ll be a bit difficult, I think you could handle it but I should advise you not to delve too deep into things you don’t understand,” Alice says softly but sternly.

Adora frowns to herself and nods before being granted access to the job. She flies down to a small town in the country. Adora finds her assignment, a boy named Theodore, in his small apartment. 

His home life had not been mentioned so she decided to watch him and his family. It seems fairly nuclear, a mother, a father, and a baby sister. Adora watches Theodore in his room, he’s finishing his homework and doodling on a sketchbook beside him. 

“Theo, honey it’s time for breakfast,” his mother calls from their small kitchen

Theodore, also referred to as Theo, perks his head up. He sets his homework back in his backpack before walking out. Theodore's father is already at work so he won’t see him till after school.

“How did you sleep, honey?”

“I slept good, thank you, Mom,” he said. Theo eats his breakfast, toast and an egg with orange juice on the side. It was small but good. 

After breakfast, Theodore’s mom drives him to school and takes his little sister to daycare. Adora follows Theodore through the halls. He keeps his head down his brown hair covering grey eyes.

“Kissing any boys lately Theo!” a kid mocks down the hall.

Theo tugs his hair narrowing his eyes at his feet as he nears his locker. Adora notices it’s littered with papers people have taped on. She tried reading them but Theo rips them down before she gets the chance. While Theo puts his bag away Adora picks up the pages to see what was written, more hate messages,

“Bicycle”

“Pick a side”

“Unnatural”

Adora is stunned by the hatred that these children can have for their peers. She looks back and follows Theo to his first class. He sits in the back of the class and tries his best to blend in and go unnoticed. It’s an unfortunate sight to see for the guardian angel.

Throughout the day people heckled and one even tried to ask him out as some strange prank. At the end of the school day, Theo’s mom picks him up, and he sits in the back waving and cooing at his little sister. He’s calmer now Adora notices. Happier.

Once home Theo sits down at the dining table and begins working on homework. He hears the heavy steps of his father approaching the door as it opens. Theodore looks up from the pile of papers smiling as the tired man walks in. 

“Hi Dad,” he exclaims softly.

“Hey, how was school?” he asks in response. Adora smiled at the Father’s voice, It was rough but a kind of gentle she rarely saw.

Theodore shrugged, “the same old, I guess,”

“Those bullies still picking on you?” he asks. Theo gives a curt nod and his dad smiles brightly, “Well you gotta show them you can take it. Show them you’re in charge. Sock ‘em in the mouth, they won’t give you any problems I can guarantee,”

His mother scoffs lightly from the other room, “that’s a one-way ticket to detention,” she says.

“Sure, but it’ll show that you’re strong and can take what they dish,”

“You shouldn’t resort to violence, Theo. You’re a strong man. Just show them that they don’t get under you’re skin and they’ll stop, alright?” his mom adds in.

Theo smiles at his parents nodding and goes back to working on his school work. The night went by smoothly. They ate a small but good dinner. They played together and laughed and talked. Before bed Theo kneeled beside his bed and folded his hands, Adora had seen this action many times before for prayers. She listened intently hoping for a hint on how she should help him tomorrow.

‘God, I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for being bi. Thank you for my loving and supporting family. Please keep them safe,’ he prays. His vibrations were deep showing his intentions were true. Adora smiles softly watching him get into bed before flying off to her dorms. 

In the morning Adora goes to Theo’s home to find a family photo. It was easy to find a spare, one from his sister's birth in a kitchen drawer. She slips the picture into his binder before rushing off to his school before he finishes breakfast. Theo’s locker has begun acquiring hateful papers again but she begins getting rid of them before he comes.

Theo arrives, his head down as always, and reaches his locker. Theodore looks up preparing to rip off papers but sees a blank door. He smiles softly feeling a rush of relief before quickly putting his bag away. He hurries to the first period before heckles can be thrown his way. Adora follows him proudly. Pulling out his binder the photo falls out as a crude slur comes from one of his classmates.

Theo turns his head not noticing his family at first towards the sound of the remark. Adora doesn’t know quite how to fix it other than give guidance to take a deep breath and turn back to his desk, like his mother’s advice. Once looking back to his desk he sees the smiling faces of his mom and dad and the sleeping face of his baby sister. He smiles softly to himself placing the photo in a safe space before getting to classwork.

As the day continues Adora tries her best to get rid of physical reminders such as litter and reminding Theo of his family. Theo enters his Mom car kissing his sister on the cheek before exclaiming how much better the school day was.

“There were no letters in my locker, and I must have forgotten a family picture in my backpack because it fell out in math! And every time I got upset I just thought of you guys and I felt better,” he exclaims smiling brightly.

Adora listened smiling and followed them home as a precaution. Theo’s home life seems enjoyable and safe compared to school so she won’t have to watch him there going forward probably. As predicted the night went smoothly, much like the one before. Though Theodore kept telling everyone how special today was and how much better it was compared to usual.

Theo kneels beside his bed for prayer and Adora listens, ‘Thank you for today. Please keep my family safe and bring me more days like this please, it was great.’ 

Adora smiles bringing a hand to her chest before leaving. Instead of heading straight to her dorm, she decides to roam the streets to see what changes are going on, and see if she can see Xander again. She would love to tell her all about her mission so far. The night is young, a soft glow from the sun illuminating everything nicely. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t stay young forever and Adora does not find him.

She flies back to the dorms, humming happily, thinking of the best ways to continue helping Theo. Little did she know something big was gonna happen that was going to help her. 

The next day, Adora starts checking on Theo before scurrying off to his school. She made sure his locker was bare when he came in. It was obvious that yesterday had made Theodore feel better but he was still wary of everyone. 

“Hey Theodore, you sure seem happy,” a blonde girl said.

“Oh, hi Susan, I’m alright,” Theo responds. He doesn’t know what to say. Is this a prank? Is she trying to make a joke of him or be genuine? Adora looks at Susan quizzically reading her intentions but they all seem pure so she guides Theo to continue talking.

“There’s a partner project coming up in literacy, I was wondering if you’d be my partner?” she asks smiling. “We can do pretty much any book, I read whatever”

Theo thinks for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, we can be literacy partners,” 

“Awesome! I’ll see you then Theodore,” she beams walking away, leaving Theo to ponder over her words.

Once Literacy began, as Susan had said there was a partner project, and as suspected looks of disgust were thrown towards Theo. Susan smiles brightly and walks over to him setting down her books.

“What book were you thinking of for this prospect?” she asks humming.

“I don’t know. The book list is pretty good. Maybe we should try ‘The Giver’ it sounds cool,” Theo says looking through the list of fiction books given to the children to make a project on.

“Yeah utopian but not is so cool! Let’s do it,” Susan agreed and went up to the teacher to tell her their book and grab two copies. Theo feels eyes glaring at him and Adora takes note trying her best to influence him not to care. “How should we divide this book up? We have a whole month for this project. Man, our teacher rocks, right?” Susan says sitting back down with a smile and handing a book to Theo.

“Well, obviously the first part is to read the book. It doesn’t seem too long so that’s nice. We can make a Google doc or something to share notes while we’re reading. And then afterwards we can decide what type of project we want to do,”

“Yeah! Hmm, 23 chapters. Well since we have a full month we can take our time. How about 2 chapters a day then we do the last 3 that’ll put us around two weeks to read the book and two weeks for the project,”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Theo smiles thumbing through the book. The two used the rest of the class period to begin reading ‘The Giver’ and Adora smiled watching them.

Throughout the rest of the day any free moment Theo had he continued to read. He was enthralled in the book without realising it finding a sort of comfort in Jonas the main character. Adora was happy that he found a haven through the verbal assault. 

It was strange in a sense. How Theo only now learned how safe books could be but it was the start of something big for him. Adora could tell. She kept watch of him over the years as he finished high school. She blocked out what she could, filtering the hate, but Theo learned of the worlds where he’s alike. He felt better and graduated ending Adora’s mission. She wouldn’t lie, after years of making sure he was okay and happy she was sad to be moving on but she was happy to have helped and to have made a difference.

Adora stretched her wings and arms out wide walking around and smiling wide. She had a successful mission, a successful long mission with a queer kid no less. She wanted to meet up with that Cupid she meant not long ago and tell him all about it. 

“Little angel, what are you doing here?” said a voice behind her.

Adora jumps turning around and smiles bright. “Xander! I was just looking for you! I finished an assignment for this sweet kid named Theo. He was getting bullied at school for being bi and after what you said I decided to do some reading and I think you’re right. We should be doing more to protect the queers. And I think it’s unfair that-” Adora begins excitedly to tell all about her mission and what she thought.

“Hold on there, you should be careful what you say. You can fall too, you won’t be much help down here. You don’t have a human form, do you?”  Xander says, calmly keeping his eyes stern but curious.

Adora pauses watching him and nods. “Sorry. You’re right, it’s just so strange. Why don’t they want to help everyone? But I want to help everyone, that’s what I’m going to do!” she says determined.

“You can only go to the jobs posted and approved through. If you go behind the uppers' backs enough they won’t think twice about having you fall. Especially if they think you’re in contact with me,”

“Yeah, but I’ll do my best with what I have. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, you still help people too though don’t you?”

“Yes, but what I can do to help is a lot more limited than anything you can do,” Xander explains. 

Adora nods thinking to herself. “Well, either way, I’m glad we were still able to talk. It was nice seeing you again Xander. I should head home and do some reading,” she hums before waving leaving the fallen boy to himself.

Once home Adora reads up on what the world is like now, how people live, are divided. She finds it entrancing and soaks all the information she can about how angels can use the common day technology to the advantage, and how it can be a disadvantage. Technology has made it easier for people to connect but it has also made it easier for people to harm others. As an angel Adora’s job is to help people stay safe but with ever-growing technology it’s more difficult than when her peers started.

Meeting Xander

Trigger warnings: Christianity, queer harassment

Xander Character sheet: Age at death - XX XXX-XXX

Xander used to be Alexander, but he’s a disgrace. He’s a fallen angel, a fallen cupid. But he’s not bad. He just didn’t agree. Xander spends his days roaming the human world, watching it evolve. He’s been here watching them evolve for centuries now, he hasn’t kept count. He watched them evolve before though too, when he worked for God. When he was a Cupid, an angel of love.

Xander kept up with the human trends, he kept a lustful outfit with reds and black. A shaggy wolf cut ending around his shoulder of black hair and pink strands framing his face. When he was hidden in his angel form his wings were out, large and white with rainbow hearts on the tip of the feathers. They were worn and rough from his fall. His eyes are a soft pink like aphrodisiacs, and a third eye is placed on top of his forehead, scarred, that sees relationships and futures. A special power only a few have when born, and it cannot be taken away. Xander often spends nights among humans in nightclubs with his wings hidden and his third eye closed in order to keep an eye on his community and to keep them safe.

All other powers were stripped from him when he fell. When he disgraced God. When he asked too many questions. But what else was he supposed to do when he continued to see the mistreatment of people they made? The people they made, the people who are harmed because of the people they love in the name of God. In the name of sin. Is it fair to let these people continue this abuse against queers because they believe it’s wrong? Because they believe they should pass the judgment of God?

Xander brought these concerns to God, wanting to help the people he truly feels his work is devoted to. God ignored his concerns though, he gave humans free will and they shall do as they please with it. They will have their judgement come soon enough. He couldn’t let it go though. Xander took all the queer jobs and worked hard, bending rules, to keep them safe and happy.

Word got around and Xander lost his bow. God offered retraining to keep his job but he broke. Xander broke and yelled.

 “How can you allow them to do this? It’s disgusting, and to sit back and allow people to harm someone else just because of free will makes you a lousy ruler. Their judgement day may come but someone needs to protect the queers, you made them how they are. What happened to love thy neighbour? Don’t you love all your children the same? How can you let them die, how can you let them be abused and assaulted and murdered because of how you made them!” Xander yelled shaking with rage.

God did not take that well and banished Xander taking his powers and throwing him to Earth. He didn’t mind though, he spent his time wandering and watching his people. Watching the lovers. Helping them when he could such as protests and keeping gay bars safe.

Xander was in his hidden form on a bench watching people walk by smiling softly. The fight is still going but in America, the place where he mostly resides, gay marriage is legalized. There’s much more to do still but it’s better than before. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Xander sees some wings. He hasn’t talked with another angel since he was banished. Xander looked over and recognized her as one of the new guardian angels, he couldn’t remember her name and never bothered to pay attention to God’s workers now. He has no respect for God anymore but many of their workers have no idea what they do and believe.

“Hello, uhm I don’t think I’ve met you before?” she says.

“Probably not, I don’t work for God. I’m fallen.” Xander says watching her curiously.

“Fallen? You used to be an angel?”

“Yes, I used to be a cupid. Not anymore. They didn’t like how I saw things. How I did things”

“You did things differently?”, Adora crinkles her brows. Of course, she had heard of fallen angels and how they were cursed because they did things differently. It was a lesson in her schooling. It was rare though, the main one being Satan whose name was not allowed to be spoken. It’s taboo to talk about any fallen angel.

“Of course, I want to protect people. They didn’t care about the effects their followers had on others. ‘Oh they’ll get their punishment when their time comes’ they said. I think it’s bullshit,” Xander rants.

“What effects I’ve been having some trouble with the other angels. They won’t explain some things to me. I’ve noticed how tensions here have been high, because of the gays. I was wondering if you knew what that was about. No one else will tell me,” Adora explains softly, hoping to finally understand all the hostility going around,

“Some Christians,” he responds drawing out the word as though it was poison in his mouth, “believe that people in the LGBT community are against God. And they decide to take it into their own hands by killing and torturing them,”

Adora’s wings puff in surprise at that statement. Her eyes well up with tears, only her left eye visible. A bright golden colour left her distressed as she silently cried thinking about all the people lost to hatred.

“Well, we have to do something, right? Surely-”

“They won’t do anything” he cuts her off. “You shouldn’t try, you’ll fall too,”

“But that’s not right! They’re being hurt, they’re being killed!”

“I know. But God won’t do anything and if you get in their way, and break their rules you’ll pay for it,” Xander responds sternly. He looks at the new angel and his gaze softens. She truly wants to help it seems, but he can’t trust her until she proves herself. 

Adora huffs wiping the dried tears off her face and flies back to her dorm. Her head hurts with conflict. Everything he has said matches up. And everything she has read and known shows that fallen angels are bad, and they say and do bad things against God, but is that the case?

Adora scrambles to the bookcase grabbing everything she can find that might give her answers. She spends hours reading them, looking for any clue on what to believe, what’s right or wrong in this situation. How to help. Anything!

Adora falls asleep in her pile of books leaving her roommates to find her, curious and concerned. They recognised one of the books on fallen angels and hoped she had not begun talking to him. When somebody asks too many questions only bad things can happen, that is the lesson many angels have learned. They hope Adora will learn it soon too.

Adora's Masterlist

-Story about my angel OC's dealing with and helping queers. -I don't know how long each chapter will be or how often I will update bc inspiration comes and goes

Trigger Warnings: Christianity, queer harrassment, abuse, self harm, suicide (I will probably add more this is a semi dark series)

Adora's backstory

Meeting Xander

Theo

Marlo

Mission Failed

Helpful Chat

Classes Begin

Who Am I

Xander's Ex

Retirement

Girls' Night

Adora's Backstory

Trigger Warning: Christianity, abuse, death, foster care (please let me know if I miss any)

Adora Age at death: 17  1829 - 1846

Adora was raised through the romantic and a few of the gothic era. She was the youngest daughter of two. Her father was a high-standard banking man with his income and stability often fluctuating with bankruptcy. Her mother worked as a seamstress making clothing for her neighbours, family, and friends, to help the family make extra money. Her older brother helped out by tending to the animals and the garden. He is gone for long hours leaving Adora to do the housework all day. 

Her home chores never varied and she was always able to complete them but the temperament of her father changed with how his work went. Being the one who didn’t contribute to the family in food or money she was often the victim of his words. He would berate her and get physical often. At 17 she died due to the abuse and malnutrition of the times.

After dying Adora goes to heaven as a spirit and spends her years wandering there. She was greeted by the judges, given a white dress to change into and treated for the bruises in a care centre. The days were great, she talked with the other spirits and angels. Over a hundred and fifty years later Adora is getting sad and bored with her repetitive life. She is slowly forgetting her old life and she wants to do more with her afterlife so she approaches God with her question.

“How do I become an angel, sir?”

“An angel? Well, there are many different angels. What type of angel do you wish to be? It’s a difficult process, you must pass tests and shadow and prove your strengths,” they respond.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of angel. I want to help people. People who are hurting and need safety,” Adora explains.

God nods understanding, “I think you will be a good guardian angel, I will call the head of the guardian angels to begin your placement,” they say calling forth the head guardian angel, Alice. A sharp-looking angel with her wings small ontop of her head, a trick upper angels have;

It was a difficult process to turn into a guardian angel. First was the schooling, learning about the history of angels. All types of angels, but a focus on guardian angels. Then she learned about the tasks needed to complete as guardian angels. The different people who have become guardian angels, famous ones, bad ones, rejected ones. How angels become fallen, shunned from heaven and all the residents.

After the schooling, a year or two, there were multiple tests: written, physical, practical and real. These tests were hard but Adora never gave up, she did her best and passed. Afterwards, the shadowing begins. It’s difficult to keep up, angels get wings but spirits just wander without them. As time goes on it gets easier, Adora knows what’s expected, what’s needed, where to go and how to keep up.

The worst part of it all though was getting her wings in. It was painful, and long, and took weeks. First rashes formed, they were itchy, tough, and painful. Slowly the rashes will grow and plumage will begin. The lumps continue growing until her skin opens up, the cold essence of what used to be her blood falling. The wings slowly come out, skin taught, with feathers beginning. The last parts are less painful as the feathers come in and grow out. During this process Adora is stuck in the guardian angel lodging, mostly in her dorm, in pain, crying and waiting till the end.

After the wings come in and recover Adora is learning how to use her angel powers. She learns how to fly and glide, this takes many months to become proficient. Turning visible to the human eye. Most humans cannot see angels and rely on other modes of communication like prayers and divination. In desperate situations, angels need to reveal their identity and they do this by manipulating the light around them, often leaving them with a glow to humans.

Adora also learned how to turn other items invisible, including humans, often used for safety situations and to teleport in the most critical times. Reading human minds was an easy power to learn, and learning body language in school made it much quicker to use. She was feeling much better about becoming an angel and her future helping others.

Adora shadowed for two more years with her wings and powers to get them under control before she graduated. Once graduated Adora was granted her halo. Many lower angels are given simple halos, small gems or stars if desired, many don’t wear them either. It was an honour to be given her halo and wear hers like a crown. A crown that was too big and covered one of her eyes but that was fine. Adora loved her halo either way and wore it with pride.

God gave Adora her first placement a day after her halo was received. She will never forget that day, the human world had changed so much in her time. October 5th, 2012 in a small busy town on the outskirts of Nebraska. Adora was placed to help a girl, 18 years old, wanting to run away from her foster family. 

The girl was Janice, she had been in foster care since she was a toddler, passed around from family to family. The most recent family to take her in was loud, and harsh but never laid hands on her. She turned 18 the night she ran away knowing that something bad would happen when morning came. Janice was a practising witch and has been meditating and practising cleansing often. She had recently begun divination where one of Adora’s colleagues had hinted Janice would no longer be safe there.

Adora was ready for this, she had helped with a few runaways in her shadow work. She watched as Janice began packing her backpack. It was dark out and her parents had already made sure she was asleep. Janice opens the window quietly and slides out shutting it behind her. She looks around and stealths through the night with Adora following close behind.

Adora knew of one of Janice's friends who lived alone. She knew her background and placed the idea in Janice’s head to go there. Janice was silent about her plan to run away. She spoke about it to no one, her friends, her co-workers, and not a single person around her knew what she was planning. She had decided to run away the night of her 18th birthday a week before, it was a quick decision and she knew she had to act fast. 

Running through the night Janice arrives at her friend's apartment knocking, Adora had made sure she made it there safely. No cops, no fishy men, and no violence on the way. She gently persuaded Janice’s friend to wake up and she opened the door. Janice was accepted with open arms to stay there as long as needed. 

Before the night finished Adora went back to Janice’s foster home and made sure her valuables were well hidden. Anything with sentimental or retail value that her foster parents may throw out before she’s able to retrieve them. During this Adora notices much more of the changes that have gone through the world while she was gone. She tucks away the belongings and goes back to heaven to wait until morning. 

As expected her foster parents were yelling at Janice to wake up and were surprised to see her not there. They yell and they curse and they call her to find out Janice ran away to live alone now that she’s 18. Her parents are shocked and quickly agree, with a little persuasion from Adora, and they set up a time to pick up the rest of Janice’s stuff. When Janice picks up the rest of her stuff, her valuables most of all, her parents are angry claiming they bought it and deserve to keep it, but Janice had found receipts from some luck given to them to prove she owns them. 

Quickly, Adora can call her first mission a success and she sighs with relief. She continues with small missions for a few years, spread out as she grows her confidence and learns more about human life now and how they work, how they dress, and what they like and do. 

But then, 2015 happened. It was a big year in America, where Adora was located, as gay marriage had been legalised. Adora tried her best to learn about gay marriage and rights but she got conflicting information. So Adora went to her colleagues about it and they quickly shushed her about it. What if God were to hear and think she was talking to him?

Him? The Underlord she supposed, but God worked with the Underlord so she didn’t understand why the other angels couldn’t talk to him. Either way, the other guardian angels wouldn’t answer her questions so she went to the cupids, angels of love, to figure out what was so wrong. She didn’t get the answers she was looking for either.

It was a lot of yelling. ‘We’re just doing our job!’ 

‘I don’t decide who falls in love with each other!’

‘Why do you wanna know guardian!’

Frustrated Adora heads back to the human world to wander around and try and understand what was going on. She knows the general information she supposes, Gay is when a man and a man love each other. But Adora just can’t wrap her head around why everyone is so defensive about it. Until she met him.

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